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Diane stopped in her tracks when she heard the question. She hadn’t expected to hear anything on her walk back from Andrew’s office but the click of her heels and the hum of machinery. Hephaestus felt like a labyrinth sometimes, quiet and isolating and too easy to get lost in. She didn’t know how Andrew could bear staying there for more than a few hours, much less ten.

“I do.” Diane hesitated. Everyone wanted to talk to Andrew, but not all of them made appointments. “Is he expecting you? Mr. Ryan doesn’t like being interrupted.”

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“Not really–” Andrew Ryan would not be expecting him. After all there was little communication between Ryan and his forest keeper, Langford. Even when they talked, it was brief and quick. She rathered to speak through her interns or so as it happened, Klaus himself. A recent breakthrough had sent the young scientist towards Hephaestus. Such a venture he never made often.

But his mind wandered, his gaze drifting back to the hanging portraits. Here in Rapture could he really reach his dreams– touch the stars– from the bottom of the sea. “What I’d do to be up on that wall. Suchong, Tenenbaum. Such names, such success.” His wistful thoughts were made audible, though he was unaware himself.